An anonymous lady correspondent in London sent us a manuscript sheet of paper of the last century, containing a very old dog-rhyme. "The paper has been in our family as long as I can remember, and I have heard my grandfather repeat the lines often before we left the Highlands fifty years ago. The Ronald Mac Ronald Vic John mentioned in the rhyme was, I believe, one of the Glencoe family, a celebrated hunter of deer in his day. He was killed, as I have heard my grandfather relate, at the battle of Philiphaugh. It was the fairy dog-rhyme in one of your recent letters that brought to my mind that such a thing was in my possession." Owing to the faded state of the writing, and a very peculiar orthography, we had some difficulty in deciphering the lines; but, modernising the spelling a little, the following we believe to be an accurate transcript:-- An cù 'bh'aig Raonull-mac-Raonuil-'ic-Iain, Bheiradh e sithionn a beinn: Ceann leathan eadar 'dha shuil, ach biorach 's bus dubh air gu shroin. Uchd gearrain, seang-leasrach; 's bha fhionnadh Mar fhrioghan tuirc nimheil nan còs. Donn mar àirneag bha shuil; speir luthannach lùbta, 'S faobhar a chnamh mar ghein. An cù sud 'bh'aig Raonull-mac-Raonuil-'ic-Iain, 'S tric thug e sithionn a beinn. Which, rendered as literally as possible, many stand thus in English-- Ronald-son of Ronald-son of John's good dog, He could bring venison from the mountain. He was broad between the eyes; otherwise sharp and black-muzzled to the tip of his nose. With a horse-like chest, he was small flanked, and his pile Was like the bristles of the den frequenting boar. Brown as a sole was his eye; Supple-jointed (was he), with houghs bent as a bow; All his bones felt sharp and hard as the edge of a wedge. Such was Ranald Mac Ranald vic John's good dog, That often brought venison from the mountain. CHAPTER XXXIII. A non-"Laughing" Summer--Rheumatic Pains--Old Gaelic Incantation for Cattle Ailments.